Deep Space

A hungry soul split in half, drops of blood and light turning, curling backwards in time toward darkness; Spirit like an octopus propelling, reaching backwards.The walk into daylight, the body urging and in pain.A heavy body grasping; what is time and how do its particles pace through the veins?The soil against your feet, the rain that wafts minerals into the air; this planetary metallic dream, this place and its living needs.Oxygen corrosive against the body, breaking down and bringing up. Life that resists, that feeds on strife; the Soul unquenchable, the Spirit free.Hands against the grass, tall and wet under thesky; time of life that views itself.Prism of a rain- drop: a glance into deep space.